Eight Months Later
“Dude, you’ve turned into a total downer.”
Cade’s words echoed through the empty barracks in Quatar. The rest of the squad was off celebrating their return from Iraq. Nathaniel had turned down their invite to join in, wanting to sleep and decompress first.
“Sorry I’m not living up to your entertainment standards,” Nathaniel muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.
“You’re mooning. Get over her already.”
“I’m sleeping. As in resting up after a three-week recon.”
Cade’s sigh was a work of art. Loud, drawn out and filled with enough exasperation to fuel an obnoxious teenager for a week.
Nathaniel almost smiled. But he still didn’t open his eyes.
He wanted to sleep. Sleep and work were great. In between the two? Not so great.
Not that he was mooning. That’d be s
